Seven

NICO'S POV—

She literally ran away. I let out a frustrated growl and stepped out of the room myself. I don't understand why she doesn't want to meet me. I left the rest of the group at the penthouse just to go after her, only for her to slip out of my grasp again.

Not that I ever imagined I would see her again in the first place. Even if my inner wolf kept telling me that she was my mate and that I was supposed to go after her, I never quite had the chance to do that. And three years was enough for a man like me to conclude that some things are just not meant to be.

But now, she is here again. Just maybe I would be spending a longer time in America this time.

"Where have you been?" Fabio asks in a whisper as I slip into the seat next to him.

The men are staring at me, and I can feel their noses all up in my business as they silently demand some kind of explanation.

I give them my best "fuck off" smile and pour myself a glass of martini.

"I went to take care of something," I whisper ba